Hogwarts lazy snake

The huge soul-calming talisman painted with starlight as ink was like a bright meteor, carrying endless mysterious power, rushing towards the sphere where the Greedy King was.

Wherever the talisman passed, starlight surged like a tide, illuminating the entire spiritual space like a dream.

The Greedy King in the sphere was disdainful at first, but when he saw the Soul-Calming Talisman, he actually teased Horn: "Are you painting for me? Hahahaha, this is ridiculous."

However, when the Soul-Calming Talisman was actually formed, the alarm bells in King Greed's heart went off.

His instinct told him that this was something that could pose a threat to him, just like the starlight and Horn's soul figurine, it contained a huge amount of energy.

The difference is that he can absorb the power of the soul Horn to enhance his own origin, but now this pattern composed of lines gives him a strong feeling of uneasiness.

This feeling of uneasiness was like an icy snake, roaming freely in his heart, causing his originally arrogant flame to show a hint of panic.

The black flames rolled wildly, trying to resist the menacing soul-soothing talisman.

King Greed continued to increase the output of flames, and the black flames rushed towards the Soul-Suppressing Talisman wave after wave like surging waves.

"How is it possible for a lowly ant like you to possess such powerful strength?" King Greed roared, his voice echoing in the spiritual space, but it could no longer conceal the fear in his heart.

"No! This is impossible!"

The Greedy King's voice became increasingly shrill, and he twisted the flames inside the sphere frantically, as if making his last struggle.

However, in the face of the powerful starlight, his resistance seemed so powerless.

When the huge pattern approached his flames, the rolling flames were like tamed wolves. They looked ferocious, but in fact they had no aggressiveness at all.

As the pattern got closer to the sphere, King Greed suddenly wanted to stop the attack. He felt that it was fine as it was.

However, King Greed felt that this was very scary. In the past, he had always controlled other people's emotions, but now, he was being controlled by Horn's incomprehensible magic.

As the Soul-Calming Talisman approached, King Greed felt himself growing calmer somehow.

The boiling and surging black flames also began to calm down like the calm sea of ​​stars.

Greedy King looked at the Primordial Spirit Horn calmly at this time and said, "Horn Nicholas, you really have the qualifications to become a god, right, Ambot."

Horn did not say another word until the end. He just watched quietly as the Soul-Calming Talisman appeared naturally on the surface of the sphere as if it had already existed on the sphere, becoming a huge rosary with flame patterns and runes engraved on it.

At this moment, the spiritual space is filled with a strange tranquility.

The atmosphere that was originally filled with tension and fear seemed to be quietly blown away by an invisible breeze.

The starlight still shone softly, illuminating this unique rosary, making the flame patterns and runes on its surface even clearer and more mysterious.

The figure of the Greedy King seemed to have merged into the rosary. His presence was no longer that arrogant and threatening flame, but was intertwined with the mysterious runes and flame patterns, becoming a completely new existence.

Horn's soul floated quietly aside, his eyes deep and calm, as if he was thinking about something.

In the real world, Horn in the room slowly opened his eyes, his eyes revealing a tired yet satisfied look.

The magic runes in the room were still flickering with a faint light, which began to weaken and finally became dim.

It seems to have completed its mission.

At the moment when the sphere was no longer moving, two figures stood on a reef in the North Sea.

"My time is coming! Terror will once again hang over the heads of wizards! ~"

One of them was wearing a thin green coat and had a strange appearance. He had no hair and no nose. He looked at the rolling waves in front of him and spoke in a low and sharp voice.

The other one had a long, pointed nose like an eagle's beak, and sparse, messy hair like dry straw. His whole body told people that he was not a good person.

"Yes, Master. Your time is coming. All we have to do now is rescue those loyal servants who are devoted to you from Azkaban. Then we will defeat the Ministry of Magic, invade Hogwarts... uh... defeat Dumbledore..."

Amycus Carlo bent over, lowered his head, and spoke in an extremely humble tone, as if he wanted to shrink his entire body into the dust.

But in the end, his voice gradually faded away, like a candle in the wind.

On the rough seashore of the North Sea, a huge reef stood abruptly on the shore. Voldemort and Amycus Carrow were standing on this reef, and the sea breeze whistled through the corners of their clothes, making a rustling sound.

Voldemort didn't say anything after hearing what Carlo said.

Just as Voldemort was about to issue an order to gather his men, the Greedy King's emotional order suddenly rang in his mind: "Tom, not now. You must send someone to find that kid. A part of my origin has suddenly become quiet. Don't act rashly before finding the reason. Let your men continue to hold the memorial service!"

Hearing this voice, Voldemort felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he cursed in his heart: "Damn it!"

However, he also knew clearly that he was currently unable to resist the Greedy King.

Although he was angry at the greedy king's endless demands for his subordinates to perform sacrifices, he had no choice but to compromise.

He decided to have his men capture some dark wizards for blood sacrifice as he had done in the past, but he would mix water into the blood to minimize his own losses.

Dark wizards are needed anyway, so the most we can do is ask our men to be more careful when arresting people.

Amycus Carlo stood aside, full of doubts.

Voldemort took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

He turned around and looked at Amycus Carlo coldly, with a hint of imperceptible annoyance flashing in his eyes. Behind them was the endless sea, with waves constantly hitting the rocks, splashing white waves.

"Amycus! Continue doing what you were told to do!"

He didn't understand why Voldemort suddenly stopped giving orders to gather his men and began to talk to himself. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.

He didn't dare ask Voldemort, for fear of angering this terrible master.

He could only stand there silently, waiting for Voldemort's further instructions.

"Why don't you go! What are you still doing here?" Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action, Voldemort immediately picked up his wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse at Amycus.

Cut out the bones!

Amycus Carlo fell to the ground in agony, his body twitching constantly. His face turned as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear and pain.

However, facing Voldemort's powerful magic, he dared not resist at all. He could only endure the severe pain and struggle to get up from the ground.

"Master, I... I'll go right away. Please forgive me!" Amycus Carrow's voice trembled, and his body was still shaking slightly due to the residual pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

He didn't dare look at Voldemort again, for fear of angering him again, so he turned and stumbled towards the sea.

Voldemort looked at Amycus Carrow's receding back, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and faced the sea again. The sea breeze whistled across his face, making his nose-less face look even more eerie.